Thursday, November 24, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
New Introductions
I really hope that I didn't unintentionally make a Glee reference.
Hi, my name is Lauren and I hate and love change at the same time.
Change is inevitable, yes? Universal themes that you should have learned in middle school (or primary school), young children. But you know, I like to keep my own pace and embrace change when change is due. Suddenly tell me that this and that is going to be different for the rest of eternity, sure, I can handle it like a bro, but that doesn't mean I'll go without complaining a bit.
So yes. If you're a constant visitor of Angst Angst Angst, I would just like to thank you, because the increase in value of the little counter at the bottom of the window is a real boost to my self-esteem, not going to lie.
In relation to that, you may have noticed that I like to introduce myself a lot. I do this not only because I'm a forgetful person, but as well as that I'm incredibly fickle in every sort of aspect, so my opinions tend to change quite often.
Ahem.
If anything, this post is nothing more than a small update to sate my sanity, if you can catch what I'm putting down. If not, don't worry about it.
But as of this moment, I am me, I am Lauren. I am angsty and whimsical and lame and me. That is all there is to it.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Hi, my name is Lauren and I hate and love change at the same time.
Change is inevitable, yes? Universal themes that you should have learned in middle school (or primary school), young children. But you know, I like to keep my own pace and embrace change when change is due. Suddenly tell me that this and that is going to be different for the rest of eternity, sure, I can handle it like a bro, but that doesn't mean I'll go without complaining a bit.
So yes. If you're a constant visitor of Angst Angst Angst, I would just like to thank you, because the increase in value of the little counter at the bottom of the window is a real boost to my self-esteem, not going to lie.
In relation to that, you may have noticed that I like to introduce myself a lot. I do this not only because I'm a forgetful person, but as well as that I'm incredibly fickle in every sort of aspect, so my opinions tend to change quite often.
Ahem.
If anything, this post is nothing more than a small update to sate my sanity, if you can catch what I'm putting down. If not, don't worry about it.
But as of this moment, I am me, I am Lauren. I am angsty and whimsical and lame and me. That is all there is to it.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Apologies
The thing I hate in the most in the world is myself because I am honestly a terrible person. Which makes me hate other individuals who are similar to me to an extent. One awful trait about me is that my pride is larger than life, which pisses me off greatly, because I constantly need to be in right in my mind as I am an incredibly stupid person. But it's quite obvious that I am wrong a majority of the time, so I've taken to not saying ninety percent of what I want to say.
Have you ever gotten that feeling of wanting to be really nasty to someone verbally in a way that will make come up with a quick rebuttle right then and there, but both of you know that the other will go home crying himself to sleep because he knows what you said was right? I get that feeling all the time because I can. But I'll just play it nice because I like attention and friends, as well as that I would not have the guts to apologize.
In the past, I've always found it quite easy to apologize. I suppose this is because I was just young or that I was so insecure that I told myself that I was perpetually wrong. But being the "bigger person" nowadays is really difficult for me. In fact, I think the majority of the apologizes I mutter while avoiding contact is because I know that I'm not the one who needs to say sorry but my ego whispers in my ear all, "Go on, apologize. It'll make the other feel like a doucebag and you'll have the upper hand and both of you will know it."
But then it occurs to me that not everyone is like who hangs onto everything because they actually have nice lives.
Expectations make me want to barf. Especially my own. But when other people hold up my actions to their own when they have no right to do so, I get seriously furious. Even when incompetent people get angry at you, the one who is always reliable or responsible. I'm sorry for occasionally cutting myself some slack when it's a daily occurrence for you. I'm sorry not taking my work into account for what I expect out of myself, not what you believe I should do.
I also hate when people complaining about people complaining. I do this often. But it honestly pisses the hell out of me when the one decent person with wholesome values is hurting and then some doucheface complains about it, saying that things could be worse off. Yeah, sure, that is most definitely true. but that doesn't change that fact in that point in time, said person is in pain, no matter the comparisons involved. I'm sorry, dear people, for having emotions.
I heard that it's better to recognize a thousand of your own faults than a single one of another's, but how is anyone able to do that nowadays without being bombarded with accusations of wanting attention? Because attention whores like me ruin it for everyone. I'm sorry for wanting to be accepted.
I like to think that intolerance has been the constant downfall of society since the beginning of time, because in all actuality, it is, even in abstract ways. But you know, some people don't understand, just like me.
Meh. Going off topic.
Anywho. I'd like to apologize to anyway I've ever offended, instigated bad feelings with, and the like.
But even though I'm going to be a hypocrite for this, I'd like to say that I fucking hate people who don't apologize. Sure, I don't verbalize such a phrase at times, but I at least imply it with my actions. So I'd like to apologize to the fucking punks who have made fun of when I was younger, I'm sorry, children who I didn't understand. I'm sorry, adults, who I could not comprehend. I'm sorry for not understanding, I'm sorry for not hearing, I'm sorry for not knowing, I'm sorry for not being sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Have you ever gotten that feeling of wanting to be really nasty to someone verbally in a way that will make come up with a quick rebuttle right then and there, but both of you know that the other will go home crying himself to sleep because he knows what you said was right? I get that feeling all the time because I can. But I'll just play it nice because I like attention and friends, as well as that I would not have the guts to apologize.
In the past, I've always found it quite easy to apologize. I suppose this is because I was just young or that I was so insecure that I told myself that I was perpetually wrong. But being the "bigger person" nowadays is really difficult for me. In fact, I think the majority of the apologizes I mutter while avoiding contact is because I know that I'm not the one who needs to say sorry but my ego whispers in my ear all, "Go on, apologize. It'll make the other feel like a doucebag and you'll have the upper hand and both of you will know it."
But then it occurs to me that not everyone is like who hangs onto everything because they actually have nice lives.
Expectations make me want to barf. Especially my own. But when other people hold up my actions to their own when they have no right to do so, I get seriously furious. Even when incompetent people get angry at you, the one who is always reliable or responsible. I'm sorry for occasionally cutting myself some slack when it's a daily occurrence for you. I'm sorry not taking my work into account for what I expect out of myself, not what you believe I should do.
I also hate when people complaining about people complaining. I do this often. But it honestly pisses the hell out of me when the one decent person with wholesome values is hurting and then some doucheface complains about it, saying that things could be worse off. Yeah, sure, that is most definitely true. but that doesn't change that fact in that point in time, said person is in pain, no matter the comparisons involved. I'm sorry, dear people, for having emotions.
I heard that it's better to recognize a thousand of your own faults than a single one of another's, but how is anyone able to do that nowadays without being bombarded with accusations of wanting attention? Because attention whores like me ruin it for everyone. I'm sorry for wanting to be accepted.
I like to think that intolerance has been the constant downfall of society since the beginning of time, because in all actuality, it is, even in abstract ways. But you know, some people don't understand, just like me.
Meh. Going off topic.
Anywho. I'd like to apologize to anyway I've ever offended, instigated bad feelings with, and the like.
But even though I'm going to be a hypocrite for this, I'd like to say that I fucking hate people who don't apologize. Sure, I don't verbalize such a phrase at times, but I at least imply it with my actions. So I'd like to apologize to the fucking punks who have made fun of when I was younger, I'm sorry, children who I didn't understand. I'm sorry, adults, who I could not comprehend. I'm sorry for not understanding, I'm sorry for not hearing, I'm sorry for not knowing, I'm sorry for not being sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Hi Jax.
My friend, Jaxxykins, told me that she would be utterly filled with delight if I made a post about her.
Please enjoy this acrostic:
Jaxxykins, you are quite the silly goose, for I am simply
Appalled that you would even beseech for such a ridiculous reason. Also,
Xylophone, for I cannot think of a word that begins with the letter "x" and would flow into this sentence.
DONE.
Please enjoy this acrostic:
Jaxxykins, you are quite the silly goose, for I am simply
Appalled that you would even beseech for such a ridiculous reason. Also,
Xylophone, for I cannot think of a word that begins with the letter "x" and would flow into this sentence.
DONE.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Angst to the Extreme
I really want my own domain name. I really, really do. But alas, I am poor.
I named this blog Angst Angst Angst but I might as well have called it Ranty McRant 'n' Rant.
Also I like new beginnings because they're so filled with hope and love and sunshine and rainbows and unicorns and everything about the world that's grand until some jackass goes and fucks it up.
Ahem.
Hi. My name is Lauren and I like to draw.
I'm no Alphonse Mucha, but you know, it makes me happy and my parents think it'll lead me to poverty and all that jazz.
I always get spouts of inspiration in the dead of the night or super early morning, which pisses me off to no end, because I need my goddamn sleep and I can't sleep if the inspiration fairy is beating my cranium from inside out.
When I was a kid, I told everyone that I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. I find this quite hilarious now because back then I drew noses like a handicapped "h" and stick people with lines for eyes. But it occurred to me that when adults laughed at my answer was because they thought I was downright silly but my youthful innocence allowed such fantasies to be even thought of, not because they believed in me. Sigh.
So I suppose I'll just be an architect or whatever. But this makes me a terrible person because those who actually have a passion for architecture and the like will probably want to murder me. Well screw them because I'll be great at whatever I do.
But it'd be nice to draw everyday. Then again, anyone would like that.
Oh well. Another thing on my life goals list to be deleted, I suppose.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
I named this blog Angst Angst Angst but I might as well have called it Ranty McRant 'n' Rant.
Also I like new beginnings because they're so filled with hope and love and sunshine and rainbows and unicorns and everything about the world that's grand until some jackass goes and fucks it up.
Ahem.
Hi. My name is Lauren and I like to draw.
I'm no Alphonse Mucha, but you know, it makes me happy and my parents think it'll lead me to poverty and all that jazz.
I always get spouts of inspiration in the dead of the night or super early morning, which pisses me off to no end, because I need my goddamn sleep and I can't sleep if the inspiration fairy is beating my cranium from inside out.
When I was a kid, I told everyone that I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. I find this quite hilarious now because back then I drew noses like a handicapped "h" and stick people with lines for eyes. But it occurred to me that when adults laughed at my answer was because they thought I was downright silly but my youthful innocence allowed such fantasies to be even thought of, not because they believed in me. Sigh.
So I suppose I'll just be an architect or whatever. But this makes me a terrible person because those who actually have a passion for architecture and the like will probably want to murder me. Well screw them because I'll be great at whatever I do.
But it'd be nice to draw everyday. Then again, anyone would like that.
Oh well. Another thing on my life goals list to be deleted, I suppose.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Summer Bummer
It rhymes. How cool is that?
So I'd to inform all of my darling viewers that it is now summer time for me.
I hate summer. I hate it so much.
Would you like to know why?
Summer is a time when I have social interaction, no work to do, or even anything to complain about in depth.
This kind of goes to show that I actually love the ridiculousness that is life but then I would be lying to myself because life really does suck bad lollipops. The only definite great things are delicious food and sleep and the sun. But I'm allergic to perhaps 8439239 things and sleep can only get me so far and the sun burns me to the point that I change colors.
Grah. Summer. Ridiculous. I've slept more in the past three days than I have in the past school year. Isn't that sad? (hyperboles yay)
All I do to fill my days now are sleep, look up stupid stuff on the internet, and ride my bike. Oh but what about eating Lauren that's not HUSH YOUR MOUTH. I know that if I start eating when I'm insanely bored is that I won't fucking stop. And then I'll turn into this gigantic mass of angsty-goodness that'll just explode the Earth or something stupid like that.
But seriously though, I do eat. Just not excessively. THE MORE YOU KNOW~.
You know what's pathetic? I exempted nearly all the exams that I am not required to take and the next day, I was so bored out of my mind that I actually went to school the next day just to do something with my life. Before that, I even tried doing all of my summer work. Got one-fourth of my Spanish work done and it was not satisfying because I am a loser who has self pity parties.
SELF PITY PARTIES ARE FOR LOSERS.
But now I can't even do work because I...broke...my laptop...so I have to use this desktop computer that's about ten years of age. It was originally mine until I abandoned it. Now I"m running back to it because I need something to do. My god, I'm a hoochie mama.
bloopbloop
Well that's the end of my rant.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
So I'd to inform all of my darling viewers that it is now summer time for me.
I hate summer. I hate it so much.
Would you like to know why?
Summer is a time when I have social interaction, no work to do, or even anything to complain about in depth.
This kind of goes to show that I actually love the ridiculousness that is life but then I would be lying to myself because life really does suck bad lollipops. The only definite great things are delicious food and sleep and the sun. But I'm allergic to perhaps 8439239 things and sleep can only get me so far and the sun burns me to the point that I change colors.
Grah. Summer. Ridiculous. I've slept more in the past three days than I have in the past school year. Isn't that sad? (hyperboles yay)
All I do to fill my days now are sleep, look up stupid stuff on the internet, and ride my bike. Oh but what about eating Lauren that's not HUSH YOUR MOUTH. I know that if I start eating when I'm insanely bored is that I won't fucking stop. And then I'll turn into this gigantic mass of angsty-goodness that'll just explode the Earth or something stupid like that.
But seriously though, I do eat. Just not excessively. THE MORE YOU KNOW~.
You know what's pathetic? I exempted nearly all the exams that I am not required to take and the next day, I was so bored out of my mind that I actually went to school the next day just to do something with my life. Before that, I even tried doing all of my summer work. Got one-fourth of my Spanish work done and it was not satisfying because I am a loser who has self pity parties.
SELF PITY PARTIES ARE FOR LOSERS.
But now I can't even do work because I...broke...my laptop...so I have to use this desktop computer that's about ten years of age. It was originally mine until I abandoned it. Now I"m running back to it because I need something to do. My god, I'm a hoochie mama.
bloopbloop
Well that's the end of my rant.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Whining is for Losers. Like me.
Hi my name is Lauren and I am just so filled angst that I could explode.
I hate a variety of things, you see, as I am so filled with self-loathing and general hatred for the world.
Please have this list of things I hate:
I hate a variety of things, you see, as I am so filled with self-loathing and general hatred for the world.
Please have this list of things I hate:
- Cauliflower, the albino broccoli. SHUT UP YOU BROCCOLI LOVERS AND/OR PEOPLE WHO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO, CAULIFLOWER IS JUST TERRIBLE.
- My best friend 4EVA, Sethicus. But I love him platonically at the same time. That's just how we roll.
- When people abbreviate words when they're talking. It's crazy annoying and I want to shove a sock down their throats.
- When people discuss internet-related things in real life in depth. See above.
- Pants that fall down on purpose. GET A BELT, FOOL. THE CHEAPEST ONE COSTS LIKE, WHAT, FIVE DOLLARS? GOOD LORD.
- Hipsters. But I am one. So therefore I hate myself. Yay.
- Chihuahuas. Those are not dogs, they are gigantic rats with gigantic ears that are fucking annoying.
- Fickle people. "Oh I like this guy but I also like this guy but he's so manwhore but I also like this guy and -" OH SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP. I WILL NOT SYMPATHIZE FOR YOU LOVE PROBLEMS IF YOU HAVE 8232038028 PEOPLE THAT YOU FANCY.
- People who pretend to have some sort of vice but brag about it. Especially if they're underage. "Ohhhh dude, I got so wasted while I was getting high last night!" No, fool, you are a prepubescent white child that lives in the suburbs. Kindly shut the hell up.
- Valley girls. Please...just...don't...talk. Ever.
- Jude Law haters. Jude Law is bitchin', you harlots, don't you even dare to think about dissing him.
- Copy cats. Copying a unique person doesn't make you unique, fool. Geebus.
- Pet names that don't make sense or seem half-hearted. Overly ridiculous pet names are the best, in my opinion.
- Self-taken pictures. They just annoy the sugar honey ice tea out of me. No joke.
- Skinny jeans on people who are too skinny. Good looking legs need muscle and crap not a bunch of skin and bones you chicken legged people. Honestly.
- People who complain about their thighs or legs because they're too "fat." Shut up attractive legs are SHAPELY NOT STICKS.
- People who complain outright about their life without any prompting. About stupid things. I think I do that. Oh well.
- Fanboys and fangirls.
- People who wear a too many accessories. So much that they could be a walking store.
- People who don't do their part in group task.
- People. Overly religious or political ones especially.
- Overly enthusiastic music lovers who limit themselves to only one genre.
- Daisy dukes.
- Bleaching of the hair.
- Ugly anime or manga that sucks bad lollipops.
- Stupidly cliche writing.
- Friends who are only friends with you when they're bored or they want something from you
And yes. Hate.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Excellent Studentry.
GO FORNICATE YOURSELF, SPELLCHECK. STUDENTRY IS TOTALLY A WORD BECAUSE I MADE IT SO.
I totally stole that from someone. Please find it here: http://emmycic.livejournal.com/
I should be studying. But clearly I am "blogging" and listening Skrillex. Hot damn I love Skrillex. It's orgytastic. Like sex. Because they both begin with "s" and end in "ex." Awww yeah man.
Also finals make me want to stab myself in the face that's how much I hate them. But you know. Whine whine complain complain.
KAYTHANKSBYE.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
I totally stole that from someone. Please find it here: http://emmycic.livejournal.com/
I should be studying. But clearly I am "blogging" and listening Skrillex. Hot damn I love Skrillex. It's orgytastic. Like sex. Because they both begin with "s" and end in "ex." Awww yeah man.
Also finals make me want to stab myself in the face that's how much I hate them. But you know. Whine whine complain complain.
KAYTHANKSBYE.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
So Awful
'Sup broskis. It's currently 1:51 AM by my clock and I am not having a good time.
My goodness, I want to punch someone. I've been studying for a while now. Why am I studying when I could be sleeping? Because it's required and if I don't finish I may likely start angsting about life then start to drown myself in my own little sea of sorrow that I cried for myself.
I hate everything, seriously. So much I would eat a ton (as in the whole...two thousand? four thousand? god I suck what have I been doing with my life if I don't even know basic measurements) of cauliflower to just put me out of my misery. (Refer to previous posts for explanation?)
I be standing in line
Dressed like wizard
Broken glasses on my eyes
Got the figures
Got Hermione's wand
She's the best witch
Watchin' Harry Potter
Feelin' fly like it's Quidditch
Did you enjoy that? Well it wasn't mine. Youtube it, I guess.
La la la I hate physical science and it hates me.
Don't get me wrong, my teacher is great.
But blah.
Learning.
If you didn't know, I said that with such disdain and disgust that I cringed a little bit mahself.
So yeah.
I'm here.
I should be studying some more.
Also my "I" key is sticking and I want to STICK IT TO THE MAN that didn't make sense I must be delirious.
I'll leave this post here anyway. To remind myself how much more stupid I can be even when I don't try.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
P.S. Google Chrome be biiiiiiiiiitchin'
My goodness, I want to punch someone. I've been studying for a while now. Why am I studying when I could be sleeping? Because it's required and if I don't finish I may likely start angsting about life then start to drown myself in my own little sea of sorrow that I cried for myself.
I hate everything, seriously. So much I would eat a ton (as in the whole...two thousand? four thousand? god I suck what have I been doing with my life if I don't even know basic measurements) of cauliflower to just put me out of my misery. (Refer to previous posts for explanation?)
I be standing in line
Dressed like wizard
Broken glasses on my eyes
Got the figures
Got Hermione's wand
She's the best witch
Watchin' Harry Potter
Feelin' fly like it's Quidditch
Did you enjoy that? Well it wasn't mine. Youtube it, I guess.
La la la I hate physical science and it hates me.
Don't get me wrong, my teacher is great.
But blah.
Learning.
If you didn't know, I said that with such disdain and disgust that I cringed a little bit mahself.
So yeah.
I'm here.
I should be studying some more.
Also my "I" key is sticking and I want to STICK IT TO THE MAN that didn't make sense I must be delirious.
I'll leave this post here anyway. To remind myself how much more stupid I can be even when I don't try.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
P.S. Google Chrome be biiiiiiiiiitchin'
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Comin' in hot, ya heard me?
You know the band Hollywood Undead? I kinda love them. Their lyrics are ridiculous and slightly offensive, but I love them anyway. Just because.
Also I'd to share my hatred for all things that indicate a grade lower than my standards. It's my life goal to destroy them all and watch them weep with sorrow as I beat them into the ground. It's all very tragic, you see. If not, then we better take this outside (of the internet).
More people have been reading this, which kind of worries me, because I'm an angsty teen who is a disgrace to the English language and as no other language to turn to. And for that, I apologize, people whose eyes I am frying with the shamefullness that is my writing skill...s. Whatever.
On an off-note, my buddy attained a purple dinosaur on a leash. For me. To keep. His name is Alfred. Incidentally, I also possess a pet rock of the name of Alfred given to me by another friend of mine. I'm so popular (and attractive).
If you didn't know, I enjoy stuffed animals. Animales de peluche, for those of you who are pretentious Spanish speakers. Just kidding I'm one of those people even though I'm only in espanol dos. (I don't know how to do the tilde on this thing...or any other accent marks...don't judge me.) A lot. So much that it's kind of unhealthy, On the other hand, I have many other unhealthy obsessions so I suppose it's kind of the norm for me. Oh well. <insert sigh here>
Please have this list of stuffed animals that I own (and have named):
Also I'd to share my hatred for all things that indicate a grade lower than my standards. It's my life goal to destroy them all and watch them weep with sorrow as I beat them into the ground. It's all very tragic, you see. If not, then we better take this outside (of the internet).
More people have been reading this, which kind of worries me, because I'm an angsty teen who is a disgrace to the English language and as no other language to turn to. And for that, I apologize, people whose eyes I am frying with the shamefullness that is my writing skill...s. Whatever.
On an off-note, my buddy attained a purple dinosaur on a leash. For me. To keep. His name is Alfred. Incidentally, I also possess a pet rock of the name of Alfred given to me by another friend of mine. I'm so popular (and attractive).
If you didn't know, I enjoy stuffed animals. Animales de peluche, for those of you who are pretentious Spanish speakers. Just kidding I'm one of those people even though I'm only in espanol dos. (I don't know how to do the tilde on this thing...or any other accent marks...don't judge me.) A lot. So much that it's kind of unhealthy, On the other hand, I have many other unhealthy obsessions so I suppose it's kind of the norm for me. Oh well. <insert sigh here>
Please have this list of stuffed animals that I own (and have named):
- Winks (AKA Winky because I was a stupid child and thought that was better than what the name tag said), a stuffed elephant from Barnes & Noble and my most prized possession, meaning if anyone were to do anything to him I would shank them in half of a second then put salt in the wound the next half-second.
- Mr. Wuggles, an obsese, farting elephant that can't sing for some odd reason.
- Coco, a male Gorilla puppet with a pink tutu and red lipstick that I drew on with red Sharpie because I'm super cool. Like your mother. Word. (To your mother.)
- Apple, a pink monkey I acquired from New York that has freakishly long arms and legs because she's a rebel.
- Mr. Turtle, a turtle given to me by my cousin who recieved it by her brother/my other cousin as a gift. He's slightly torn but that's okay because that makes him endearing.
- Chiclet, a baby chicken in an egg because who doesn't like baby chickens in eggs?
- Tigger...who is Tigger...but like the old style of Tiger...and he's supposed to be for babies. I won him in a fifth grade auction because I was such a badass.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Redundancy.
See previous posts for details?
Hi, my name is Lauren and I'm a terrible person. It's not nice to meet you. (See? Terrible.)
I like to think that all people have some sort of redeeming attribute that makes them unique as individuals. But I also like to think that everyone is some sort of terrible person in some way. Because we are.
Isa.
Go on, admit. You probably listen to some sort of terrible music that has no meaning and/or significant beat or lyrics. It's okay though, because likes and dislikes are quite subjective. But it doesn't change the fact that someone, somewhere, thinks that you're a terrible person because of your music tastes. But that's also okay, because most people suck anyway and you just learn to suck it up and take that unfit judgement like a man.
And if you're like me, whose music player is always blasting at full volume, then you're probably annoying the crap out of random bystanders when you're out and about in public. That means you're being annoying to one person or another, thus making you a terrible person. But that one person or another is a terrible person for even being annoyed, because it's your music, you should do what you want with it, right?
It's like a never ending cycle of terrible.
Dalawa.
Everyone's sense of humour is different from anyone else's despite the similar tastes of the concept of "funny" among groups of friends or colleagues. If you're like me and enjoy "anti-jokes", then you're probably a terrible person. It should be self explanatory.
"Knock knock!"
"Who's there?"
"The Gestapo!"
"What the bleep, you bleepin' bleep! My ancestors were killed by the Nazis!"
"Well, bleep."
See? Terrible.
Tatlo.
If you possess cellular device, it's highly likely that you either recieve or give out "forwarded messages" that say some bullbleep about God not loving you or that you're gonna die or you'll live alone for the rest of your life (which is probably true since you're a terrible person) if you don't keep the chain of fail going. While the whole matter itself is quite insignificant, the timing in which the message is recieved can be quite inconvenient. In other words, don't send me a god damn message about some stupid shit when I'm at an important dinner with my superiors and then I have to explain that if I don't resend these stupid chain mail things, then Yolanda or someone is going to kill me the next time I go to a bowling alley.
Apat.
If you like cauliflower, then you're a terrible person.
I don't care who you are, cauliflower is terrible and if you've consumed that albino broccoli wannabe, then you've just consumed a buttload of terrible.
JUST TERRIBLE.
Cinco.
You're reading this blog. And this blog is terrible. You are now terrible by association via blog in addition to being terrible in the first place. Good job, terrible person who's reading this. Good job.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Awww yeah.
Hiya.
So I just finished a family bonding trip with my parental units. We stayed in a cabin. Got locked out like a bunch of strays. Pisses me off. But it's cool, homies, for my superior intellect enabled me to calling the office in which we rented the cabin from.
Also it was all wood and I could hear everything that went on in that cabin. EVERYTHING.
Oh and I learned how to play pool/darts/air hockey. I predict a gambling addiction in my future.
Also also there were so many old people. So many wrinkles. And so slow. It was probably the slowest day of my life, seriously. But I also purchased some hipster glasses like a broski. Man, I'm such a pop culture fiend. I should go angst in a corner then drown in my own tears of despair.
Sigh. Oh, the woes of being a pop culture fiend. And a terrible person.
OH WELL.
Meh.
That is all.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
So I just finished a family bonding trip with my parental units. We stayed in a cabin. Got locked out like a bunch of strays. Pisses me off. But it's cool, homies, for my superior intellect enabled me to calling the office in which we rented the cabin from.
Also it was all wood and I could hear everything that went on in that cabin. EVERYTHING.
Oh and I learned how to play pool/darts/air hockey. I predict a gambling addiction in my future.
Also also there were so many old people. So many wrinkles. And so slow. It was probably the slowest day of my life, seriously. But I also purchased some hipster glasses like a broski. Man, I'm such a pop culture fiend. I should go angst in a corner then drown in my own tears of despair.
Sigh. Oh, the woes of being a pop culture fiend. And a terrible person.
OH WELL.
Meh.
That is all.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Elle-oh-elle-whut
I like having friends, I really do. One of my friends, Duncan, just happens to be a doucheface. Just kidding, he's super cool and I love that guy platonically. And recently, he keeps making this face that reminds my other friend, Hunter, of a duck pedophile or some sort of nonsensical variation:
Yup yup. Friends are great.
Shmowzow.
REASONS TO BE AN ASEXUAL HERMIT
Or "Reasons Why You're an Asexual Hermit."
(Part One.)
Let's face it, when life gives you lemons sometimes you just have to take those lemons raw in your eyeballs like a real man. But most people aren't willing to be manly, so all of the following usually happen. Or should, if you're a sissy girl who is constantly angsty (I used spell check and one of the suggestions was gangsta. Awwww yeah, dawg.) and has a blog oh wait.
Uno.
Go ahead, admit it. Your jokes are lame and unfunny and no one laughs at them, even when you try to awkwardly save them and pretend that they're funny. You're better off laughing to your lame jokes in the comfort of your own home where no one will judge you. Except your mother, you gives you food through a slot at the bottom of your bedroom door.
Why yes, I did suddenly get less tan. It's a trend, you see.
Dos.
Your love life is nonexistent. Telling yourself that maybe, one day, you too will find a beloved.WRONG. You're going to grow old and alone so might as well get started now.
I keep changing colors. Like a chameleon.
Life just sucks.
So yup. That's all I'm willing to illustrate/grace you all with my beautiful drawings for now...c:
It's spring break but instead of partyin' and partyin' (yeah) with my homies I'm here. In my house. Writing/drawing a blog. I wish I had a life.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
PikACHOO
Hello friends whose names I don't know.
I has...sickness. And I feel gross and like a Filipino Ugly Betty.
Oh well.
It occurred to me that my entire life revolves around how well I do in school because I was so bored today.
And lonely.
So lonely.
I could've drowned in my own tears of sadness if I wasn't too busy hacking up a lung or wondering how there's still glitter on my body.
ON ANOTHER NOTE I was reminded that I hate blogs with a passion and now I'm wondering who I am in life.
Ugh. Blogs.
I hate them.
Yet I have them.
Oh, irony.
Meh. At least it's not as bad as Oedipus Rex. Man, that guy's life sucked. Hard. On bad lollipops.
OH FRIENDS IN REAL LIFE, HOW I MISS THEE...s.
Gasp my mother made spagetti.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
I has...sickness. And I feel gross and like a Filipino Ugly Betty.
Oh well.
It occurred to me that my entire life revolves around how well I do in school because I was so bored today.
And lonely.
So lonely.
I could've drowned in my own tears of sadness if I wasn't too busy hacking up a lung or wondering how there's still glitter on my body.
ON ANOTHER NOTE I was reminded that I hate blogs with a passion and now I'm wondering who I am in life.
Ugh. Blogs.
I hate them.
Yet I have them.
Oh, irony.
Meh. At least it's not as bad as Oedipus Rex. Man, that guy's life sucked. Hard. On bad lollipops.
OH FRIENDS IN REAL LIFE, HOW I MISS THEE...s.
Gasp my mother made spagetti.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Bidoof
...is one of my favorite Pokemon.
Also I am sick. From all the glitter. I swear.
I tried to be like pikachu when I sneezed today and it failed terribly.
Also also I had a dream that I was a baby chicken hatching out of an egg, but I wasn't a real chicken, I was just dressed as one. A really fat, spherical chicken. The other chickens took me in as their own anyway. I got a cool chicken bro too. It was all pretty righteous.
Boopboop.
I don't really have anything to say.
Well
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Pi is quite easy
And so are you
JUST KIDDING
You're more than just a fling
not really
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Also I am sick. From all the glitter. I swear.
I tried to be like pikachu when I sneezed today and it failed terribly.
Also also I had a dream that I was a baby chicken hatching out of an egg, but I wasn't a real chicken, I was just dressed as one. A really fat, spherical chicken. The other chickens took me in as their own anyway. I got a cool chicken bro too. It was all pretty righteous.
Boopboop.
I don't really have anything to say.
Well
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Pi is quite easy
And so are you
JUST KIDDING
You're more than just a fling
not really
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Teach Me How to Frolic
Teach me how to frolic
Teach me teach me how to frolic
All the ponies want me
All the all the ponies want me
All the ponies want me
All the all the ponies want me
You ain't messin' with my unicorn
Or something like that.
Lyrics by my best friend 4EVA, Sethicus.
Our friendship consists of a wide variety of abuse. It's great, really.
I swear, he is like a magnet for estrogen. Yet he's always referred to as the creepy guy with long hair.
Oh well.
I'm not a magnet for estrogen, but my hair is just as long as his and I can be just as creepy! Perhaps it is because I am of the female persuasion. Le sigh. Oh, life.
Speaking of songs, I am required to make an education music video with a group and there's going to be a rap portion. Please take a gander:
Wave your arms from side to side.
Step back, mothaf*****, this is how we ride!
Forget this pansy, autotune crap.
Let me educate you with my righteous rap.
Do you fancy? Good. So do I.
I went to a party because I like to party harty and there was some major shhhhhhhh!eet goin' down (not really actually), man, for serious. But there was a unicorn cake so all was well.
Except there was an abundance of glitter. By the next day I felt like I could lactate/excrete/barf glitter because it was everywhere. By everywhere I mean that I think someone got glitter in my soda and I drank it. All. (I drank perhaps ten sodas. I can feel the diabetes flowing through my veins.)
Also hot tubbin' is a good time. But whenever I go hot tubbin' the temperature change makes me sick which is not a good time at all. Sadface.
SUBJECT CHANGE I like trading cards so I'm going to make some of my friends because I don't have a life yay.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Teach me teach me how to frolic
All the ponies want me
All the all the ponies want me
All the ponies want me
All the all the ponies want me
You ain't messin' with my unicorn
Or something like that.
Lyrics by my best friend 4EVA, Sethicus.
Our friendship consists of a wide variety of abuse. It's great, really.
I swear, he is like a magnet for estrogen. Yet he's always referred to as the creepy guy with long hair.
Oh well.
I'm not a magnet for estrogen, but my hair is just as long as his and I can be just as creepy! Perhaps it is because I am of the female persuasion. Le sigh. Oh, life.
Speaking of songs, I am required to make an education music video with a group and there's going to be a rap portion. Please take a gander:
Wave your arms from side to side.
Step back, mothaf*****, this is how we ride!
Forget this pansy, autotune crap.
Let me educate you with my righteous rap.
Do you fancy? Good. So do I.
I went to a party because I like to party harty and there was some major shhhhhhhh!eet goin' down (not really actually), man, for serious. But there was a unicorn cake so all was well.
Except there was an abundance of glitter. By the next day I felt like I could lactate/excrete/barf glitter because it was everywhere. By everywhere I mean that I think someone got glitter in my soda and I drank it. All. (I drank perhaps ten sodas. I can feel the diabetes flowing through my veins.)
Also hot tubbin' is a good time. But whenever I go hot tubbin' the temperature change makes me sick which is not a good time at all. Sadface.
SUBJECT CHANGE I like trading cards so I'm going to make some of my friends because I don't have a life yay.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Boopadoop.
Hi my name is Lauren and I like to party harty to talk but not many who aren't close to me know this because I am a stereotypical, awkward teenaged female who just wants to be loved. Platonically and romantically, yay!
This blog is actually something I started to fuel my ego . . .mostly because I'm just so full of whatifs and maybes and perhaps(es?) that I like to think that someone somewhere will stumble upon this mediocre writing of mine and smile when he or she reads it. Oh and I'm just a nerd who doesn't have a life. Seriously.
Did I mention that I'm a disgrace to the English language? Because I am. Can you not tell already?
That is all.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
This blog is actually something I started to fuel my ego . . .mostly because I'm just so full of whatifs and maybes and perhaps(es?) that I like to think that someone somewhere will stumble upon this mediocre writing of mine and smile when he or she reads it. Oh and I'm just a nerd who doesn't have a life. Seriously.
Did I mention that I'm a disgrace to the English language? Because I am. Can you not tell already?
That is all.
Peace out homies. Word to your mother.
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